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That can’t be right.

Who needs to call the police?

Us?

Or someone else?

I open my eyes and turn to look at him.

His gaze isn’t even on me.

I wipe the sleep from my eyes, let out a little yawn, and stretch in my seat.

“What? Sorry, I was caught up in my thoughts and dreams.”

Marc’s gaze glances at me before locking onto something outside my window. He nods his head towards my house, like he is telling me to look.

Turning around to follow his gaze, I let out a loud gasp.

The front door of my house has been brokeninto. It is splintered in half and barely hanging on the hinges.

Paper, plastic, and other trash litters my front porch and the bushes along my house.

My voice finally comes back. “Oh my God, what happened to my house while we were gone?”

I don’t really need to ask this question, because deep down, I already know what happened.

Jared happened.

Just like he happened all over our house.

The pit in my stomach knew what he was capable of, and yet I still went on vacation with Marc.

I know I should count my blessings that I was away and safe on vacation with Marc and not here alone when Jared came through.

I get out of Marc’s car and cautiously walk through my broken front door. We have to step over broken drywall and smashed items.

Everything inside appears to be trashed.

Glass is shattered all around, picture frames are crushed and leaning against the baseboards, and throw pillows that were normally on the couch are now torn to shreds and scattered around the living room.

“I’ll call the police.” Marc pulls his phone out of his shorts pocket and dials the police as I continue to look around at the destruction.

A throat clearing from the open front door grabs my attention, so I make my way back through the destruction to see who is trying to get my attention.

Miss Edith walks through the doorway looking proud. “I used my camcorder for the first time in decades.”

Is she serious?

Did she really come over here just to let me know she used her camcorder?

I didn’t even know people still use them. Technology has changed so much in the past couple of decades.

“That’s great.” I reply, not knowing how that can help me right now.

She glares at me for a moment before smirking. “My video clearly shows who the suspect is.”

Suspect for what?

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